Yes.

I bolted out the door and looked into the parking lot for the guy. I saw him already near the teller's office, and I scream again, "Hey you!"

He turned around and saw me on the balcony. He stared at me and I motioned him to come back up with my hand. He walked back up the stairs and back to my door. I apologized for acting the way I did some minutes ago.

As he neared the door, I said "I'm sorry about that. Forgive me?"

"Sure, why not?" he smiled and when he did I blushed for a second there.

Back to reality, I told him to come in. I tried to make the room tidy as a maid would tidy it up. I fixed the bed and closed my bags. I fixed my hair as well from all the ruckus I made. The guy, who looked tacky and a little bit smelly, took a seat on one of the chairs near the door. He tried to make himself look and feel comfortable, but failed.

"So sorry about the intrusion," he said in a puppy dog voice.

"No worries okay, just tell me why you were doing in my room, and how did you get in the door anyway?"

"Well actually, I walked into the motel parking lot this morning and seeing that it still had vacancy, I sneaked past the office and tried to find an empty room, to rest and to wash up y'know."

"Why this room? And how did you get in?"

"Well it's pretty weird but, your door was open. I thought somebody forgot to close it, beit a maid or somebody that just checked out. I walked in," he told me, as I got interested in his story more and more, "and I saw the TV on. I turned if off..."

"I left it on...dang," as I commented on myself we both chuckle, which attracted me to him a little.

"Yeah...well, I saw you in the bed and can I say it," I nod, "you looked kinda cute in your bed, y'know." I blush some more but I try to hide it. " Then you woke up, we screamed...and now I'm in your room telling you what happen...heh.

Joy fills my body and my mind gives me the command to ask him out to breakfast.

"You hungry?" I ask him, like a cute schoolgirl would ask a cute guy, in a shy way.

His growling stomach answers for him and both chuckle again and I blush once more.

"Well I'm gonna wash up 'kay," I say as I get up from my sitting position on the bed.

"Oh, could I wash up too? After?" he politely asks.

I nod with a smile.

"I'll just wait out here then," he says and I turn to get my clothes. I then remember an important things and I turn around to ask.

"Don't you have a change of clothes?"

"I do, in here," he says and points to his backpack.

I get my clothes as well as bra and bikini, and enter the bathroom.